Zhu Yonglong immediately recounted the events, glossing over certain details slightly; in truth, even without embellishment, the matter was already grave enough. Six city management officers injured, one with a broken nose, two missing teeth—how could the nature of the offense not be serious?

Upon hearing the account, Zhang Dongsheng was instantly furious. Five city officers ganged up on one person and were beaten, and with so many onlookers present, countless people must have recorded the incident on their phones. If this story hit the internet, the Nanjing Road Urban Management Brigade would lose face again. If this got out, what face would the city management have left? People would surely ask, was this still the elite force that had once restored dignity to the Chinese people? They’d look like nothing more than paper tigers who bully the weak and fear the strong.

Zhang Dongsheng immediately made up his mind: this matter must be handled publicly and severely to reverse the passive situation of the city management system. It would let the uninformed public understand the violence and danger city management officers face when enforcing the law—that criminals are vicious, insane, organized, and premeditated. Highlighting the opponent's strength was the only way to mask one's own weakness.

Though Zhang Dongsheng’s thoughts took time to articulate, they flashed through his mind in an instant. Released from compulsory labor at exactly twenty, joining the city management team at twenty and one month, Zhang Dongsheng had been in this line of work for fourteen years. What storms hadn't he weathered, what incidents hadn't he seen? As a mere Enforcement Director for the dignified City Management Brigade, could he really be stumped by such a minor hurdle?

"Fang Wuxi, take ten men and go in with Zhu Yonglong to arrest the people."

"Wang Guangwen, take your team and secure the engineering vehicle. Grab the tools and tear down that sign."

"Jin Yu, go prepare the tape, chains, and sealing slips."

Instantly, the city management force dispersed like a tide. One group, wielding pipe wrenches and spanners nearly an arm's length long, rushed toward the Shengshi Wangchao building. Another group unceremoniously seized the engineering vehicle from the construction crew, drove it under the sign, and raised the crane. Two city officers, armed with long-handled pointed hammers, climbed up, one on each side, clearly intending to smash the plaque. You forcibly put it up? We'll just smash it to pieces and see who’s left dismantling it then.

The squad leader named Jin Yu was a skinny man. He took a large bag from a team member, pulled out tape, chains, and sealing slips, and ordered two officers to distribute them. They waited for Director Zhang Dongsheng’s command to affix the seals to Shengshi Wangchao.

A bystander watching quietly asked, "Do the city management even have the right to affix seals?"

His companion snorted dismissively, "They even forcibly demolished a Public Security Bureau compound. Do you think they can't affix a seal to you?"

"Whoa, you need to be more credible with your tall tales! City management dares to go against the Public Security Bureau? I won't believe it."

"Don't believe it? Ask Baidu! Baidu knows everything."

"Uh, if you mention Baidu, then I believe it. So the city management really took on the police?"

"Of course! Although the police are capable, in front of the 'City-Guarding Divine Management,' they’re just passing clouds, mere wisps of smoke."

The city management team that reached the second-floor office of Shengshi Wangchao encountered fierce resistance—no, that was putting it too strongly, it was merely passive obstruction. In reality, it wasn't even stubborn resistance. Wang Zhuo had simply locked the reinforced door from the inside and was resting easy.

"Brother Zhu, what do we do? Smash the door?" Fang Wuxi looked eagerly at Zhu Yonglong. "If we smash it, I’ll immediately have someone fetch a sledgehammer from downstairs!"

Zhu Yonglong looked troubled. This security door looked custom-made, sturdier than a bank vault door. Smashing it was likely impossible; maybe punching a hole in the wall would work. But if the door was this solid, the walls probably weren't much weaker. It seemed forcibly arresting anyone was out of the question.

When Zhu Yonglong voiced his assessment, Fang Wuxi initially deflated, but a new idea quickly struck him. He shouted loudly toward the office, "You people inside, listen up! If you don't come out, we're going to start smashing the things outside!"

A city officer beside him nudged his captain and whispered quietly, "Captain Fang, the things upstairs are all jade. Each piece is worth tens of thousands!"

Fang Wuxi immediately lost his nerve. With items that expensive, he wouldn't dare smash anything even if he had the guts.

Just then, Wang Zhuo's triumphant laughter rang out from the office: "Go ahead and smash them! Whoever smashes something, I’ll check the surveillance footage and send them the bill later!"

Zhu Yonglong was immediately reminded of something. He pointed toward the gun-shaped surveillance camera on the ceiling: "Smash the surveillance first!"

Fang Wuxi swung his large spanner, ready to throw it, but Zhu Yonglong quickly restrained him, pointing toward the counter across the room. If that spanner flew, the camera would be toast, and the jade rockery in the opposite counter would probably suffer the same fate!

"Damn it, this is suffocating!" Fang Wuxi waved his hand. A team member dragged a chair over and placed it under the camera. He stood on the chair, jumped up, swung the wrench, and the surveillance camera instantly shattered into pieces. What he didn't know was that this act handed the opponent a ready-made excuse; it wouldn't be long before this City Management Squadron Leader became a temporary hire.

Downstairs, the two city officers on the engineering vehicle were in position, turning back to await the final directive from their leaders. As soon as Zhang Dongsheng or Wang Guangwen shouted "Smash," the two would move. In just a few strikes, they could destroy the large characters on the yet-to-be-unveiled plaque.

Wang Guangwen managed to become a squad leader because he was perceptive. Seeing his men ready, he turned to look at Director Zhang Dongsheng, who stood to the side with his hands clasped behind his back, awaiting the leader’s command.

On the second floor, Guan Yingying sat in a chair, while Wang Zhuo lounged with his legs crossed on the boss's desk, casually cracking sunflower seeds. Through the tightly closed windows, and past the thin red satin drape and the plaque's structural frame, they could clearly see the engineering vehicle’s crane arm and the two city officers. They could even faintly make out the outlines of the hammers in their hands.

"Are you really letting them smash it?" Guan Yingying felt a twinge of reluctance. Even though someone would compensate for the damage, she had personally overseen the creation of this plaque, and having it destroyed felt unbearable.

Wang Zhuo smiled faintly. "If we don't make a scene, how can we deter the petty nuisances? This is called solving the problem once and for all. Next time, who will dare to touch what belongs to Tai Sui?"

Guan Yingying smiled wryly and nodded, then asked, "Who did you learn this move from?"

"You could say I taught myself," Wang Zhuo explained with a faint smile. "When I was causing trouble in high school, people were always looking for fights, trying to establish dominance using me. Later, I beat up the two most arrogant brothers in the whole school at once, and after that, no one ever dared to challenge me again."

"You are truly barbaric," Guan Yingying expressed her helplessness.

"A man's first weapon is his fist," Wang Zhuo quoted his father's profound wisdom with a smile.

"Now you've learned to use other weapons," Guan Yingying said, smiling as she pointed to the plaque outside the window. Once these people smashed the plaque inscribed by Qin Xue, not even a god could save them. Wang Zhuo’s maneuver not only borrowed Qin Xue's prestige but also trapped those who had caused him trouble—it was far more complex than conquering others with brute force.

Unbeknownst to her, this young man she had known for only half a year had grown into an outstanding youth who knew what was important and what wasn't, knew when to advance and when to retreat, possessed courage, strategy, and responsibility. If there was a flaw, perhaps it was… that he was too much of a rogue.

On the street, just as Zhang Dongsheng was about to order the smashing to begin, he suddenly saw an electric patrol vehicle approaching rapidly, its siren blaring. The red light flashing on its rear was still blinking steadily. He paused, choosing not to issue the command yet. Better to see who this newcomer was first.

By then, the crowd of onlookers had thinned. People passing by assumed there was construction work and hurried past, unaware that a serious incident involving a property owner violently resisting law enforcement and assaulting city management officers had just taken place here.

The motorcycle stopped not far in front of the engineering vehicle. It was an electric motorcycle with a sidecar, capable of carrying three people. The driver was an ordinary patrol officer, but the two people he brought were dressed in suits, exuding an uncommon aura, though the hair of the younger man with slightly longer hair was slightly tousled by the wind. These two clearly looked like they meant business. Zhang Dongsheng frowned slightly, suddenly feeling that the shorter-haired young man seemed somewhat familiar, yet he couldn't recall where he had seen him before.

"Which one of you is in charge?" As soon as he dismounted, the young man, who looked about thirty-four or five, called out to the two city officers closest to him. This demeanor immediately tightened Zhang Dongsheng's frown, because anyone could tell this man was the focal point of these city management officers, yet he asked an obvious question, a posture only possessed by a superior.

Zhang Dongsheng dared not assume the man was just putting on airs; the fact that he could commandeer a patrol vehicle in official capacity was enough to indicate extraordinary status. Jiangzhou was large, full of powerful figures. It was best to be discreet and not provoke someone one shouldn't. Thinking this, Zhang Dongsheng didn't wait for his two subordinates to reply; he strode forward and took over the conversation: "I am in charge. May I ask who you are?"

The young man sized him up with little expression, saying flatly, "I am Zhou Mi from the Department of Construction. And you are?"

Zhou Mi from the Department of Construction.

The blood vessels in Zhang Dongsheng's temples throbbed several times; he nearly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and collapsed. No wonder the other party looked familiar—he was the top secretary to the head of the Department of Construction, Zhou Mi, the great steward Zhou! Although Zhou Mi was roughly the same age as Zhang Dongsheng, the gap in their status was vast. Zhang Dongsheng was merely a director in the district city management brigade, with a number one and number two above him. Above them were municipal leaders, and only then did the municipal leaders fall under the purview of the Department of Construction. Zhou Mi was the secretary to the number one official in the entire Jiangzhou construction system—a confidant of the highest authority. The leaders of Zhang Dongsheng’s leaders’ leaders’ leaders had to smile deferentially when speaking to Zhou Mi.

Zhang Dongsheng stammered out his name and title, only then realizing why Zhou Mi seemed familiar: every time the big boss appeared on television, this gentleman was always right beside him.